Lauren Bibai Whore ❤️

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Favorite bit? She’s like Kee in the flick—pregnant with hope, but it’s all twisted. “We’re all fucked,” I mutter, but she laughs, flashin a grin—cheeky cunt! Dunno if she’s a hero or a villain, prolly both. Oh, and she smells like cheap gin and regret—adds to the charm, haha! Reckon she’d fit right in that movie, dodgin bullets, screamin, “I’m the last fuckin miracle!”—and I’d believe her, too. Whore’s a supernova, mate—burns bright, fucks hard, fades fast. Love her, hate her, can’t ignore her.

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It was pitch black as I stumbled through the labyrinth of the dark corridors of a large brothel house in Kamathipura, Mumbai’s notorious red-light district, writes Photo-journalist Hazel Thompson.

Then, out of nowhere, it starts pouring rain. I’m talking torrential downpour! I’m scrambling to find cover, and I end up ducking into this tiny café on Kawai Street. I’m soaked, looking like a drowned rat. But the barista is super chill and hands me a hot coffee. I’m like, “Thanks, I needed this!”

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